Incredible music and now stress
Last night:
Derek Trucks is one of the greatest guitarists of all time. I don't care if more elite music" fans would bash me for saying that, but it's true. The man is not even thirty and he could outshread almost any guitarist alive today and take on many that have passed away.
His concert at the Egg last night was just as incredible as I would have imagined. The vibe was a little weird (no one danced and while I was standing up to cheer the band was they walked onstage, someone behind me asked me to sit down. How about letting me enjoy the concert in my own way?) so I wound up just grooving in my seat between the two Dans (S. and K.)
Song highlights: an excellent Sahib, an INCREDIBLE Key to the Highway that fully deserved the standing ovation that it recieved and the set closing jazz exploration that was My Favorite Things which was some of the most amazing jamming that I have ever seen from anybody. On the other hand, some of the most amazing dancing I have ever seen came from Count Dbutu who was an elderly African man who sat in on percussion for the whole show but proceeded to bust out some incredible moves during the encore.
Before the show I spent some quality time w/ jaffijofer as we explored the deep depths of the Empire State Plaza and discovered the Sketchy Staircase among other places. We then met up with ninjawalrus and good_and_plenty and many other of the kidzz. BUT ALAS, Mr. Donnell was not at the concert, or he was really good at camoflague.
I don't know if that's spelled right.
Oh well.
Now today:
I have felt incredibly stressed out. Part of that is not getting enough sleep last night. Part of it is that everything for Tufts is due tomorrow and I see images of important pieces of paper getting lost in the mail. Part of it is this huge rash of drama that keeps popping up in school. Part of it is really missing people.
What gets me through it is knowing that there are people there. Even if they can't be here in person.
Derek Trucks is one of the greatest guitarists of all time. I don't care if more elite music" fans would bash me for saying that, but it's true. The man is not even thirty and he could outshread almost any guitarist alive today and take on many that have passed away.
His concert at the Egg last night was just as incredible as I would have imagined. The vibe was a little weird (no one danced and while I was standing up to cheer the band was they walked onstage, someone behind me asked me to sit down. How about letting me enjoy the concert in my own way?) so I wound up just grooving in my seat between the two Dans (S. and K.)
Song highlights: an excellent Sahib, an INCREDIBLE Key to the Highway that fully deserved the standing ovation that it recieved and the set closing jazz exploration that was My Favorite Things which was some of the most amazing jamming that I have ever seen from anybody. On the other hand, some of the most amazing dancing I have ever seen came from Count Dbutu who was an elderly African man who sat in on percussion for the whole show but proceeded to bust out some incredible moves during the encore.
Before the show I spent some quality time w/ jaffijofer as we explored the deep depths of the Empire State Plaza and discovered the Sketchy Staircase among other places. We then met up with ninjawalrus and good_and_plenty and many other of the kidzz. BUT ALAS, Mr. Donnell was not at the concert, or he was really good at camoflague.
I don't know if that's spelled right.
Oh well.
Now today:
I have felt incredibly stressed out. Part of that is not getting enough sleep last night. Part of it is that everything for Tufts is due tomorrow and I see images of important pieces of paper getting lost in the mail. Part of it is this huge rash of drama that keeps popping up in school. Part of it is really missing people.
What gets me through it is knowing that there are people there. Even if they can't be here in person.